Senior Sister is always preventing me from being the villain

After all, she had seen the majestic ferocious beast prison car that covered the sky and covered the sun outside the city. Looking back at that time, the oppressive atmosphere still made her feel unhappy. So many ferocious beasts were put into the phantom formation together with the treasures, so what should they do? What a bloody and terrifying picture.

She has no intention of stopping everything. What does Qin Shan's patriarch slaughter the monks have to do with her? The more ferocious the beast, the more it can stimulate the hidden demons among the monks... Now the demons and fairy sisters can't be found for the time being. Why don't you go ahead and see where there are people...

The roar of the alien beast outside the arena only lasted for a moment, and then it was covered by a tragic whine.

She was already somewhat familiar with this deep whining sound, it was the last sound of the strange beast before it was killed, and after a while, her joy at the possibility that there might be monks around her faded away, she still didn't understand, except Cultivators hunt beasts to seize treasures, and will alien beasts kill each other...

It wasn't until she climbed over the outer circle of the Colosseum and saw the beautiful sword lights criss-crossing and circling in the gray sky in the distance that she breathed a sigh of relief.

There are monks!

She casually found a solid branch as a crutch, and staggered towards the other end.

The monk fights the beasts without mercy, just now in the Colosseum, she was also protected from disasters because of the spiritual power barrier, and now she can't face the strange beasts head-on no matter what, so when she saw the sword light gradually approaching, So he found a safe and open gentle slope to block his figure.She looked over the gentle slope, and saw dozens of uniformly dressed monks entangled with a group of agile and cunning beasts.

This place is at the back of the city, far away from the bustling market. The monks are dressed in black, and seeing their moves and the national emblem embroidered on their clothes, they feel very familiar, as if they have seen it somewhere.

Which sect is this... She watched carefully, but didn't see why.The sword light was everywhere, the monks in black were fighting with the beasts, the sand and stones were chaotic, and the scene was spectacular.

Just as she was about to turn her gaze away to investigate elsewhere, she vaguely saw a change in the crowd.I saw the sword of one of the black-clothed monks barely brushing the heart of the monkey beast, and the blade was swept away by a cold light. Almost in a moment, the black-clothed monk lost the wind and was trampled on by the monkey beast by his collar. underfoot.

It's not uncommon to be injured by a strange beast, but the strange thing is that the humongous beast is not the strongest among them. The monk in black clearly had enough time to break free from the suppression, why did he suddenly freeze in place?Where is the sword?Why doesn't the sword in my hand strike back...

She scanned carefully, trying to find one or two details from the chaotic scene in front of her, but found nothing.

The fight between the monks and the monkey beasts was originally not giving in, but one of them went offline, immediately breaking the delicate balance, and the gap between the two sides was widened to an unusually large moment when more and more monks fell down.

With the winning ticket in hand, the monkey scratched its ears and cheeks joyfully in advance, and let out loud celebratory sounds.

After a while, the black-clothed monks fell down densely. Looking from a distance, they were lying on their backs like dense ants and insects. How tragic.

Looking past the chaotic pile of corpses and the dusty air, I vaguely saw a black-clothed figure clutching his wounded arm and fleeing to the south. Fortunately, the monkeys were eager to carve up the "food" displayed on the ground, so they didn't notice that people.

Bai Fanfan thought for a moment, then followed the footsteps.

Because of her injuries, she couldn't move fast, and the black-clothed monk couldn't go any faster either. He stumbled and fled all the way, until he confirmed that the beasts behind him would not catch up and there were no living things around him, and then he let out a sigh of relief. Out of breath, he leaned against the giant tree and slowly fell to the ground.

He tore off the sleeves that had been scratched by sharp claws, exposing the bloody arms that were bloody and turned out.The pale face was still dripping with cold sweat, but there was no resentment or shortness of breath on the face of his fellow disciples dying, and what's more, he didn't even show the slightest fear.

Extremely calm, he lightly covered the wound with his other hand, injecting a steady stream of spiritual power into it for healing.It was just unexpected that the spiritual power seemed to be swallowed by a big mouth of the abyss, and it didn't play a half role in the healing of the wound.Cold sweat broke out on his face, and after a while, the poison in the wound spread to the entire arm due to the catalysis of spiritual power.

The black-clothed friar suddenly froze. After scanning around to confirm that there was no one there, he used his spiritual power to create a spiritual shield around his body, and then drew out the sharp sword at his waist. Cut off his own helpless arm.

The severed arm rolled to the ground and immediately turned into a pool of dirty black water.

In order to prevent the poison left by the scorpion from spreading, he had to do this, so that flesh and blood could be regenerated at the place where the broken arm was broken. Just give him an hour, and he can regain the intact arm.

However, the monks at the time of rebirth are extremely fragile and have little power to resist. At this time, no one should disturb them.

The forest in the back mountain was extremely quiet at that time, and any wind and grass would startle him and make it difficult for him to settle down.The blood from the severed arm of the black-clothed monk slowly stopped, but the bloody blood was still somewhat terrifying.His consciousness gradually drifted away, and it was almost impossible to take it back. His whole body was trembling with cold, he opened his eyes as if feeling something in his heart, and suddenly a thin body was reflected in front of his eyes, which made his breath unsteady, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The thin and shriveled little girl in front of her was sizing up at him with a pair of surprised eyes, as if she was very curious about the flowing spiritual power screen around her. When he was weak, he could only continue to sit still in the meditation posture: " Who are you?"

Bai Fanfan squatted and tilted his head, grinned and smiled, and answered the question: "Why doesn't your arm bleed?"

She has no spiritual power and looks young. Seeing such a bloody and horrific scene, she is not moved at all. The black-clothed monk stares intently, and raises his volume to force himself to sound less weak: "I am rebirthing flesh and blood. ..."

"Rebirth of flesh and blood?!" Bai Fanfan glanced at the neat cut surface of the severed arm in amazement, "Can monks regenerate flesh and blood?"

"It's dangerous nearby, I advise you to stay away." The monk in black closed his eyes indifferently and stopped looking at her. After a long time, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes sank when they fell on the motionless little girl. "What else is there?" ?”

Bai Fanfan grinned, his eyebrows and eyes curled up like a crescent moon in a dome: "How do monks regenerate their flesh and blood?"

The other party frowned: "You will know when you enter the door."

She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, and then raised a crisp voice on the spur of the moment: "Then I'm getting started now, can you teach me?"

The black-clothed monk ignored her, and slowly closed his eyes to adjust his breath and focus.

"Can you teach me?"

"OK?"

"Go away, it's too noisy." Xu Shi felt that she was a little noisy, and the monk in black didn't give her a good face.

The girl was not afraid either. Gu Zi stretched out a thin finger and poked the closed and surrounded spiritual power screen. Wherever he touched, the spiritual power screen rippled and rippled, like a drizzle leaping into a lake and stirring in all directions. The overflowing water pattern is very interesting.

The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold and penetrating knife flew out of his eyes: "If you don't get out of here, believe it or not, I will throw you to the dogs..."

The sternness in his eyes was not false, Bai Fanfan only felt that there was an answer to the suspicion somewhere in his heart.

"Are all monks as bad-tempered as you?" Bai Fanfan took half a step back with innocent and hesitant eyes, "Parent and mother said that immortal cultivators don't kill people for no reason."

As if hearing some joke, the man in black snorted slightly jokingly: "What do you know?"

"My parents told me..."

"Immortal cultivator... Do you know why you are here? The ancestor of Qin Shan was also a half-cultivator ten thousand years ago. She didn't kill many people?"

"Patriarch Qin Shan..." These words were beyond her comprehension, she suddenly threw away the wild thoughts in her mind, and said decisively, "My parents said that it is the demons who harm people, and the demons are the bad guys!"

The expression on the face of the man in black froze for a moment, then was replaced by a mocking smile, and he stopped talking.

After a while, I heard the little girl in front of me weakly ask: "So... are you a demon?"

Although the tone was timid, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in those bright eyes.

Hope?

Recalling just now that the girl was able to touch the spiritual power screen with only her fingers, and he was already so weak, he suppressed the turbulent irritability in his heart, and looked at the child with a gloomy expression: "Who are you?"

Bai Fanfan thought about the coldness and defensiveness in the other party's tone, and suddenly raised a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "I am your savior."

"..."

Seeing him suddenly stop, the smile on the girl's face turned into a raised eyebrow in surprise: "Hush, listen, is that the sound of a monkey chasing it?"